In the now, there Is us…
Life in stupendous form,,,,
there is Light and the firmament is indeed firm.
No longer it seems either, is there a void… the void is gone… has gone..
and there is light, man, worlds, life, Love and hate.
Mmmmmm,.. Indeed, Indeed.
Flourish comes with the certainty of the now.
Flowers are constantly blooming,
hearts a racing, blood in its heated chase is flowing.
A single chard, each and everyone only together our sculpture of truth we perform.
Singular.. as the birthed child, the newborn… alone, fragile… we all remain,
Circling our vulnerabilty in curtains not made of silk,
but clad alone we shield ourselves in the gossamer of a collective illusion.
Yes indeed, the void is void-less… and the sirens of the heart each one wailing…
Then, gossamer breaks…
Void in its subtle love returns..
and whispers, very quietly, who we are.